Two seagulls flying Alone and away,Gold in the dying Gold of the day,Soon will turn silver, soon Pass out of sight:Silvered they'll be in the moon, And sped in the night.
But never I hear Music cry from the strings,And never my dear Sits by me and sings,But I shut my eyes, And the soul looks far,And there, lost gold in golden skies, My seagulls are.
How beauty, wondering, wakes, Who knows, who knows?For beauty the heart breaks At the song's close.Flashing, sailing, turning, From all but themselves apart,My gulls are flames burning At beauty's heart.
